I scream out in fright, extending my arms out, as if it will do anything to change the outcome of the event that has just occured.

But it won't change anything. Janine's dead.

It's weird, I hated her so much up until tonight. I kind of forgave her, in a strange way. I won't ever forget what she did to Michael and the boys, but.. I kind of feel sorry for her now, she was a troubled young woman, she had a life ahead of her, not a full one, but a life all the same.

I can't help but feel numb with shock, and mental pain, as, although she was a nasty, cruel person, she didn't deserve to die.. especially not this way. I almost feel like I lost a friend.. but I didn't. I can't really describe what Janine was to me. She wasn't a friend, but.. recently she hasn't been an enemy. I can't explain.

Cameron is still standing by Janine's body, watching her swing side to side on the rope. Tears are in his eyes, and they look like they may be blurring his vision. They had just learnt to understand and love one another, and then one fatal mistake broke that.

I'm assuming Michael is behind me, as I can't see him in my line of vision where I'm standing. It's complete silence, except for the ceiling fan of which the rope is attached to, which is swinging and causing a squeaky sound, an eerie, high pitched squeaky sound.

I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder, but I don't turn my head. I can't move.

"Sweetheart.." I hear Michael whisper in my ear, but I don't respond.

I can't produce words.

I feel him wrap his arms around my waist from behind, but I don't acknowledge it.

I can't think straight.

My eyes are fixated on Cam, who is looking numb, pained, guilty. He had only just learnt to understand his little sister, and she has been taken away from him.

He finally unfreezes himself, and he looks down. Tears fall to the ground straight from his eyes, and he falls to his knees.

I feel myself starting to unfreeze, the numbness wearing away, little by little, and I find myself walking Cam's way, despite that being directly under Janine's swinging body. I crouch down by him, and pat his back in a friendly way.

I don't speak, as I have nothing to say that could possibly comfort him, but I'm sitting here to make sure he knows I care.

Michael walks our way, and I finally look at his face, it's teary-eyed and red, like Cam's. He kneels by my side and places his arm around me gently, to let me know he's with me.

"Cameron.." Michael calls in a near-whisper.

Cameron looks up slowly, and his eyes avert to Michael's face. Michael smiles sympathetically at him, knowing it won't make a difference to his loss, but to try and reassure him that we're here for him.

"She.. she had a whole life.. ahead of her.." Cam finally says, having to stop every couple of words because he's choked up.

I lean my head on his shoulder in a friendly, comforting way.

"I know," I say softly. "Cam, I'm really sorry.."

"Why should.. you be sorry..?" Cam asks sadly. "I was the one that.. wanted her dead."

"That was before you knew the truth, Cam.. she knows you love her, and that's what matters now, right..?" Michael says gently.

Cameron looks down, unsure on how to react to this sentence.

"I wish I understood her sooner.." he says, a tear falling from his eye.

"I understand, Cam.. we all wish for that," I mutter.

Cam nods slowly, knowing that my statement is true.

"I've lost the only sibling.. the only family member I still spoke to.." he says.

"You don't speak to your parents?" I ask.

"No.. Cam, should I tell her why?" Michael asks.

Cameron nods. "Please.. I can't tell that story again."

Michael turns to me, ready to tell the story. "Well.. when Cam was a little boy, he always asked for one of those toy guns, like a water gun, for his birthday.. his parents never got him one in his childhood, as they thought it was too violent. As Cam grew older, he started wanting one of those guns that shoot those plastic bullets, y'know, like the Nerf guns. But yet his parents never got him one. They said that on his eighteenth birthday, they'd get him a real gun, and they did. He was so happy for it, and his parents said they had a license to own it, so it was legal to own. But one day, Cam was firing blanks with that gun, cos it wasn't loaded, and his parents were out the house. His father had anger management problems, and they had gone out for.. therapy or something. But they got back in the house, and Cameron was playing around, and pretended to be a murderer. He thought they'd recognise his voice when he threatened them.. but they didn't. They got scared, and Cam felt guilty for it, and told them it was just him messing around.. well, his father got furious, and took Cam's gun, loaded it with real bullets, and aimed it right at Cam. His mother tried to stop him, that he needed to calm down, but he didn't. He got real mad, and shot one of the bullets.. and it hit Cam in the foot. Luckily, it wasn't fatal, but it coulda been. He later found out that the gun didn't have a license, he was shooting that thing illegally.. it wasn't one of those loud ones, it only fired those more quiet blanks, but Cam never forgot it, and he never forgave his father for it. As for Cam's mother.. she refused to divorce his father, despite what Cam wanted, so he stopped speaking to them both.. how long's it been for now, Cam? Nine, ten years?"

"Around about that," Cam says, tears in his eyes at the memories of his past.

I'm sitting here, listening to every word carefully. How come I've never known this before?

"And did Janine ever stop speaking to them?" I ask.

"Yes, for a couple years.. but when she got lonely a few years back, y'know, how she explained a few minutes back, she started to speak to them again.." Cam says.

"You're gonna have to tell them she's gone, Cam," Michael says guiltily.

"I know. I need her body out of here.. I can't see her like this anymore," Cam cries sadly.

"I'll call an ambulance, say that she killed herself because of the letter.. we don't wanna get involved with anything too crazy, it'll make things worse," Michael says.

Cameron nods. "Ok.. could you do it please, Michael?"

"Sure."

Michael leaves the room to call the ambulance, leaving me and Cam alone.

"She was a troubled girl," I say quietly. Cam nods in agreement.

"I know she was.. she took after my parents."

"Why didn't you or Michael ever tell me about that before? We're friends, here, aren't we?" I ask.

"Ughn.. of course we're friends, I just.. I don't know.. it was something about.. the memories, I just wasn't ready to let anyone know but Janine and the Jax boys.. Daniel and Rachel didn't know, though. Just the others, and Michael.."

"Hey, it's ok.. I don't mind. Your parents sound like.. well, a little.."

"A little what?"

"I don't know.. there isn't really a word to describe it, I guess."

"I wish they were dead, that's how much I care for them."

"But you said that about Janine, then you wished you hadn't.. maybe you should talk to them, Cam.. you need to tell them about Janine. You have to."

"I don't wanna talk to them, Becky. I don't wanna tell them anything."

"But they're your parents, Cam. They need to know that their daughter is dead."

This makes Cam cry more, and I feel a little bad for saying it as bluntly as that.

"I really don't wanna talk to them, Becky.. they both hurt me, mentally and physically. I mean, I'm more mad at dad than I am with mum, but I'm still not happy with mum."

"But Cam, she might see something in your father that you don't.. she might see the good in him, that failed to be seen by you.. I think you should talk to them, maybe you can all learn to understand each other."

"But, what happened when I did that with Janine, hmm? She died in fronta me, when we'd just made things right. If I did that with my parents, they'd just go and die on me the second after. Not speaking to them will spare their lives.. we all win."

Cam's thought this through, hasn't he?

"They're on their way."

Michael re-enters the room again, hanging up the phone with his right thumb.

He notices me and Cam's facial expressions. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing, really," I say quietly.

"Hmm," Michael says. He sits by us.

He seems to have perked up a little more than me and Cam have. "How're you feeling, Cam?"

"Well, my sister's still.. gone. I'm still feeling pain, but hey, thanks for asking.." he replies dejectedly.

Michael nods. "I know, I get it. Are you gonna tell your parents, Cam? Cos I think they need to know."

"I'm not talking to them!"

Cameron's anger comes out, it's probably the grief talking. "They're nothing to me, they've not been anything to me since the day dad shot me! I'm not going to talk to them, and I certainly never will! I wish they were dead, that's how much I hate them, I wish they were dead! I'm letting them find out for themselves that Janine is gone, I'm not speaking to them!"

His voice gradually trails off, and he starts to cry uncontrollably. I hate seeing a friend this way.

I hug him tightly, I know he's stressed out like crazy here. We hear sirens outside, and Michael runs out the room to get the paramedics.

A few moments later, they come in and start to examine Janine's body.

"We'll take her down to the hospital, check her over, and then we'll call Mr. MoHickey in to speak to him. Mr. MoHickey, I'm so sorry for your loss," one of the paramedics says.

Cam smiles faintly. "Thanks."

"Would you like to say final goodbyes?" the paramedic asks.

Cam nods. "Please, if I could."

"Alright. We'll leave you all alone for a few moments."

The paramedics all walk out, leaving me, Cam and Michael in the room.

Janine has been untied from the rope, and is now lying in a stretcher on the table in the basement.

Cameron walks slowly towards the table, his eyes filling with tears. I follow behind him, holding Michael's hand gently.

Cam comes to the table, and rests his hands on it, and looks down at Janine's eyes. They didn't close when she fell from the stool, so she looks a little.. weird, but not in a haunting way.

She looks quite peaceful, the eyes aren't open too wide. Cam touches Janine's cheek, but pulls away quickly.

"She's ice cold," he says quietly.

He's standing by her head, and her neck has indents from the rope.

"Oh, Janine.. I wish I could bring you back, I really do. It's only been 20 minutes since you went, but it feels like a lifetime already. Twenty minutes ago, we finally understood each other.. why couldn't that have been just that little bit longer?"

He stops to take a breath, to try and stop the tears. "But I'm not telling mum and dad, not at all. They'll find out eventually. Just, it won't be from me.. little sister, you were only 23 years old, but you certainly lived your life to the fullest. I understand why you wanted to go, everything that happened in your life.. that was my fault.. and I'm so sorry, so, so sorry.. I want you to know that."

A tear falls from his eye, and he looks down at her pale face again. "I never understood you when you were here.. and I regret that. It would have made life so much more easier. I guess now, you've gotta go to heaven. I can't keep you here, on this cruel earth any longer, so as soon as I've finished these words, you can go, be free. You'll finally be with your best friend and your crush, Daniel and Rachel.. I'm sure they can't wait to see you. I know how much they both meant to you.. I.. I only told you once that I love you. I wish I'd said it more often, I really do. But I know now that I'll never get the chance to, and I'm gonna have to live with that.. anyway, those paramedics are waiting to take you to heaven now, so, um.. I guess this is goodbye.."

His voice trails off, he's crying again, and tries to compose himself. "Goodbye, little sister.. I love you."

He hesitates to do his next action, but decides that he will anyway. He bends down, and kisses Janine's forehead, a brotherly token of his love for her. I'm starting to tear up myself, here. How much feelings can change in such little time. It's incredible.

Michael calls the paramedics back in, and they enter and lift the stretcher, and carry Janine out. Cam stands up straight, his crying is getting louder, his pure sadness is taking over.

I embrace him, stroking his hair in a friendly way, and Michael comes to our side. We're alone in the room now, and we're all frozen solid.

"Guys, what's going on?"

We turn our heads to see Emma at the door.

"Emma," I exhale, and she runs over to hug us all.

"I saw Janine on the stretcher.. were you too late?"

"No.. we were early. She didn't want to kill herself.. she was about to untie the rope, but she took a step and fell from the stool she was standing on.. and she hung herself by accident," I explain.

Emma's eyes fill with tears. "Did you talk to her?"

"Yes, and we'd all just learnt to understand each other," Michael says. "But it was all an accident.'

"Cam, I'm so sorry.." Emma apologises.

"Thanks.."

He doesn't really know what else to say, and I don't blame him, either. Loss is a hard thing to deal with, I should know.

We all walk out the door, and watch the stretcher being loaded into the ambulance.

"Wait.. where's Ryder?" I ask nervously.

"Mark came looking for me, so I told him to babysit while I came looking for you," Emma explains.

"Oh, alright, thanks," I reply quietly.

We all watch the ambulance drive away slowly, and Cam starts to cry once again, closing his eyes and wincing because of the mental pain he's feeling.

We all group hug, all needing a little support for each other.. and under all the crying, Cam says his final words to Janine.

"Goodbye, little sister. I will always love you.."

Author's note: that was surprisingly hard to write..... why? I'm not sure, it just kinda was.. but it can only get better now, right? Becky and Michael are gonna get married soon.. yay? Did you like the little story of Cam's parents? That was rather fun to make up, to be honest :p Hmm, we'll just see what goes down next..